we hear the load cracks
like fireworks, like gunshots in the night
the ice creeping up the veins of the oaks
expanding slowly, achingly building pressure
a symphony of frozen wood all around us
crashing down against icy earth
we shiver on the threshold
between light warmth &
thudding darkness
reverent fear stilling my rabbit pulse
my hand reaching for yours
a bubble of reckless joy rising up
through my cautious chest
— ramona hilaria, Portland
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